A young woman is standing in front of a tall building. She is wearing a default gray suit and holding a black laptop bag and a brown notepad in which she is writing some notes. She looks like she is preparing for a meeting. A few moments ago she changed out of a sweater and into a jacket in the parking lot while the construction workers in the nearby building whistled and made silly remarks. Then she walked a couple of blocks in very uncomfortable shoes that hurt her feet but match the suit, examining her reflection in the display windows along the way.

Now she is standing near the building, writing notes, looking inside her bag to make sure everything is ready, trying to reach someone on her cellphone.

She is worried although she has nothing to worry about and it’s too late to worry anyway. She feels uncomfortable in this stupid costume.

She looks kind of like me.

Oh wait, it is me.

How did I end up here?

10 minutes later I give a presentation to a group of people who are in charge of a 400 million dollar project, trying to keep my voice steady and look them in the eye. I pull it off somehow. They are generally happy and impressed.

Later that day I drove to Reut’s house and changed my clothes to nice, normal clothes, played with Reut’s new foster dog Lia, then we went to Ikea and then back to Tel-Aviv to pick Ez up and then we went to a restaurant to celebrate a friend’s new job and then finally home.

The clown suit from this morning is back in the closet, replaced by pyjamas and cats and Ez and the computer and a dirty house with dust-bunnies so big that they are starting to grow a personality of their own.

Considering the alternatives, it’s good to be me.

About the sheep

My name is Ayelet.
I'm a designer, illustrator, mom to baby Toam (born in May 2008), knitter, somewhat-crafty, and mostly trying to figure out how everything fits together.

I try to live ecologically but sensibly. I'll recycle plastic for the rest of my life if you promise to never take away my clothes dryer.

This blog was given to me as a gift from my husband, Ez, on my 27th birthday and I've been using it since then as a sort of think tank/storage space for my thoughts, ideas, illustrations and crafty projects.